"She is Beautiful but she's Beautiful in the way a Forest Fire is Beautiful. Something to be admired in the distance... not up close" -Kira London
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(Sequel to We Must Be Killers)
Wolves and Foxes don't mix.
Everyone knows that.
There i...
I'm ashamed that I haven't updated in 3 months and there are no excuses. This story only has about 5 chapters left and I'm so determined to finish this book. Thanks everyone who comments on my stories and don't sass me when I don't update for awhile which I've seen people do (Don't be that person).
I'm so happy for the support even though I've been AWOL and like I said before I'm not sure how you guys will take the ending. The amount of feels might just kill myself but it wraps it up.
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Coming to my senses, the only thing I feel is icy numbness as the snow soaks into my clothing and chills my skin. My insides practically burning from the intense frost surrounding me and I cringe when the wind blows and sends another tremor through me.
A flurry of cold and wet lands on my face, but I'm so frozen that I don't care to open my eyes to investigate just yet. The want for sleep is almost as much as the want for a heated blanket at the loft. I just can't find it in me to move or think. This numbness has a hold on me and I enjoy feeling nothing. It's a beautiful relief from the years of heartache this life has given me.
Emotions have a way at killing you slower than a fatal wound.
My eyes flutter open and I'm greeted with the tombstone grey sky as little specks of white fall. In my hazy state, It takes me a moment to realize that it's snowing again causing me to cringe again but this time in distaste. I'm so sick of the snow by now that I wish for summer to come and never leave me again.
My head pounds when I attempt to lift my head up off the ground and I end up putting it back down with a wince. A shooting pain rushes down my spine that leaves me breathless.
What the hell happened?
I remember being in Derek's loft, talking about a... chess game. Why were we talking about a chess game again? I forgot...
The pounding in my head seems to grow more intense the harder I try to remember the events that played out to land me on the hard ground in the middle of no where. Hazy images, shapes contort into one and I nearly make myself sick trying to decipher it.
Almost robotically, my head turns, pressing my cheek against the snowy ground. My sight blurs a tall object looming over me, a dark aura rolling off it which means something bad must have happened. Even in my state, I can easily tell where I am. From growing up in this house and visiting it when I buried my dead sister, it's a hard place to banish from my memories.
With the way only this place gives me a peaceful calm, a feeling I can't seem to find anywhere else, I don't want to forgot this place. I don't want to forget that feeling.
Something has changed though...
The events I can't seem to remember must have made my self conscious grow to despise this place. I'm a tad afraid of what I've done to make me hate this place so suddenly. Could it really be that bad?
